Married clubber ramblings...
mr_33
Florida
I always make plans to visit a club when I'm out for a night doing errands, or going to a business lunch. But I find myself often chickening out, driving past the club. It seems to take real will power for me to turn around and pull into the parking lot.
During the day, I always look at the cars in my rear view mirror, or worry about being seen walking into the club. Even when visiting at night, this fear is only slightly tempered.
I'd say about 50% of my plans come to naught, I come home early to the wife with a wallet full of 1s and 20s (and quickly return it to my stripper stash).
Is it guilt? Perhaps part of the appeal is thinking I'm doing something "wrong", although I fully rationalize it in my mind and would do so to my wife.
But when I do force myself to pull into the parking lot, as soon as I'm in the club, I quickly forget my hesitation. I LOVE FUCKING STRIP CLUBS! The smell, the vibe, the sights. Nothing beats seeing naked women and for a buck at the tip rail they will part their "lower lips".
Even skanky clubs have their appeal. There is something appealing about doing things that society deem "dirty". I have always been enamored with the idea of prostitution, although never engaging out of fear for my wife/family. This is as close as I can get to it.
And even without a release in the club, I always leave with a serene smile on my face. Even the smell on your clothes is a reminder of the beautiful women that just danced in your lap. I suppose it is just cheap perfume (or any perfume, other than what my wife uses), but "stripper smell" is the best. Reminds me of my teenager years and smelling my finger hours later after reaching second base with a first girlfriend.
I've gone 3 or 4 times in a week, and I've gone 6+ months between visits. But it never gets boring and I'm always excited to visit a new club or even an old favorite.
Tomorrow? Plans have been laid for an afternoon visit....
During the day, I always look at the cars in my rear view mirror, or worry about being seen walking into the club. Even when visiting at night, this fear is only slightly tempered.
I'd say about 50% of my plans come to naught, I come home early to the wife with a wallet full of 1s and 20s (and quickly return it to my stripper stash).
Is it guilt? Perhaps part of the appeal is thinking I'm doing something "wrong", although I fully rationalize it in my mind and would do so to my wife.
But when I do force myself to pull into the parking lot, as soon as I'm in the club, I quickly forget my hesitation. I LOVE FUCKING STRIP CLUBS! The smell, the vibe, the sights. Nothing beats seeing naked women and for a buck at the tip rail they will part their "lower lips".
Even skanky clubs have their appeal. There is something appealing about doing things that society deem "dirty". I have always been enamored with the idea of prostitution, although never engaging out of fear for my wife/family. This is as close as I can get to it.
And even without a release in the club, I always leave with a serene smile on my face. Even the smell on your clothes is a reminder of the beautiful women that just danced in your lap. I suppose it is just cheap perfume (or any perfume, other than what my wife uses), but "stripper smell" is the best. Reminds me of my teenager years and smelling my finger hours later after reaching second base with a first girlfriend.
I've gone 3 or 4 times in a week, and I've gone 6+ months between visits. But it never gets boring and I'm always excited to visit a new club or even an old favorite.
Tomorrow? Plans have been laid for an afternoon visit....
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I do keep my more...questionable activities from my coworkers and a few of my more straitlaced friends, but the wife knows what I'm doing.
I agree. Good point.
It's just a conversation I don't even want to get into, especially as the father of young children who often supervises playdates of other children at my house (the whole "strip club = pervert" view that some religious folks may have).
My wife knows I love strip clubs (and porn), but she doesn't know how often I visit the clubs (I believe her view is it's fine with "they guys" but weird if you go alone). Porn she is fine with and figures it makes for a happier marriage.
I strongly believe this makes for a better marriage, for the reasons others have cited above. I get the excited of being up close with other naked women, with none of the marriage-destroying risks that come with real relationships. It's just fantasy. I also make sure not to cross a line (much tougher in the more liberal clubs with extras).
My only hangup is knowing I am going to drop some money. At the club where I am VIP extras are easily had. One evening I simply planned to have the buffet and possibly a couple of dances. I ended up with a hot 20 year old blonde in VIP who immediately went to work on me with BJ then sex. I got off with her like crazy. Spending was $450 that evening. $40 for 2 dances, $310 for sex, then in a state of post orgasmic euphoria I caved into her request at the ATM for a $100 tip. So much for my plan or any kind of self control.
In Columbus, Dreamgirls has it tuesday night, cols gold has it sunday night...
Affairs are relationships gone to far and real. There is the line. I don't cross. Women get funny when you sleep with them. I've seen a fuc buddy change her mind on the Guy. Starts thinking about leaving her hubby and marrying other Guy... kids... total psycho like fatal attraction.
Establish your line and don't cross it
I am married with young children but I do what I want on the club front. I travel alot for work and own the companies, which gives me cover on the time and money front (and of course my business cell phone). I have a wife to to change diapers, run play dates and all the other domestic stuff.
Guilt and paranoia are not a part of my vocabulary and I have no interest in acting like a woman with a penis. Sometimes you just have to be a man.
Well said by you also. I was not built to sit on the sidelines and want something but be too afraid to act. What kind of life is that? Not my gig.
I may bet burned from time to time, but I (and others here) have done some ridiculous things with girls almost half my age. When I die I want to have a Jack in one hand and a young pussy in the other, not in a hospital bed regretting everything I never did but could have.
As the old quote goes, "I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."
lol and rick...about that "just being a man".....sorry, but I'm not willing to give up my girlie parts for that.